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The clock unwinds in hollow halls, Where once his laughter filled the air, Now silence drapes these empty walls, A boy’s love lost beyond repair. His name, a ghost upon my tongue, A bittersweet and aching song, In every dream where he belonged, I find the place I don’t belong. The heart that beat in sync with mine, Now beats alone, a fractured line.

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